John Cuttito
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blueA Poem by John CuttitoMy words cease to pour From my heart and suddenly I find I am speaking only With a fire tongue [she shrinks back, Unaware of which box she has op.. |
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stormA Poem by John Cuttitoblack rain when my popsicle is puddle soothe her weary cheek hair tastes of peach. meander off take this storm cocktail, like you wanted ni.. |
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ROARA Poem by John CuttitoImagine livid voice, immense sound. Sing wet rhythm. Ispeak myself and leave my skin machine, to live by your girl. Her wicked murmur has deli.. |
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The Falling of Snow: Houses.A Story by John Cuttitothere are those things that need to be written. |
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